This I Have Left Of You

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Long ago, I thought about this
What would I do without you?
And I’ve found the answer
An empty pen & a void’s view.

Only sometimes I dream
That together we are still,
Sitting on your porch
Having breads from over the grill.

And you slowly sleep on my shoulders,
When the cold wind blows.
And I carry you & put you to sleep
When the Sun still lightly glows.

But when I cross you on the street,
You subtly turn away
It makes me sure
That you still
Remember me from then,
Remember me from then.

-Akshaj Joshi

A student who has just completed his matriculation. Ambivert. Musician. Way beyond my years. Traveller, writer, poet.

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